Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 352:

When Jeffrey stepped out of the bathroom in his white pajamas, his skin looked ghostly.

Reflecting on his rough day, Rachel’s heart clenched with sorrow. “Dinner’s ready. Come and eat,” she said gently.

“Alright,” Jeffrey murmured, pulling out a chair and sitting down.

Rachel placed a bowl of steaming soup in front of him. “Eat this first—it’ll warm your stomach. And don’t worry, I made your favorite ribs. I’ll bring them over now.”

After setting everything, she took her seat across from him.

The room soon fell into an unexpected silence. Rachel took her time chewing the meat, then finally spoke. “Jeffrey, I didn’t mean to show up at your workplace or go against your wishes. It’s just that…”

in her throat, leaving her flustered and

up a rib and placed it in her bowl. “You

childhood flickered in Rachel’s mind. Their family had never been kind to them, and money had always been tight. Meat was

anything left. But even so, they cherished every bite, treating it like a rare feast. If there were enough, Rachel

do you want some

table, Jeffrey would ask her

I already ate two big pieces,” she would say with a reassuring

time she lied about it, she had hesitated, feeling uncertain and guilty. But over time, she got used to saying it, and it became second nature. Now, staring at the ribs in her bowl, Rachel felt her vision

ribs. But now, I want to share them with you, even if it’s just one piece,” Jeffrey

a fresh wave of emotion crashing over her, making it impossible

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ribs won’t taste good if they get soaked in

and swallowed